Hey everyone, this is my first Supernatural fanfic, and it's basically about what happens when different demons start chasing after the brothers at one time, and how they try to handle it. I would really appreciate any reviews or suggestions. Thanx and enjoy!

Chapter 1… Introduction

White Oak, Pittsburgh.

Greg lay asleep in his bed. Blood marks stained the duvet, and a dead girl's body lay wretched and scarred on the floor. He slept shirtless, after killing her, her name Andrea. She was just 15, and he was 19. Even though he had killed her, brutally, almost inhumanly, he still dreamt of what he wanted. Sex. The moonlight came in through the lone window in the room, lighting his half naked body and the half torn blanket.

Suddenly, the door of the small room blew open. A strong gush of cold wind came in through the door, and he awoke. "Who's there?" He asked the air, still drowsy. When he heard no answer, he fell back on the bed. But then out of nowhere, he saw at the foot of the door, the most stunning woman he had ever seen. Long black hair, but bloodshot eyes, she stood wearing a dark green coloured knee-length night gown. He got up a little, and through his half drowsy drunken tone said to her, "Baby, you hot." She came closer, barefooted, and stepped on the shattered beer bottles on the floor. "Damn, that musta' hurt," he said, as he heard the glass crackle further under her feet.

She continued looking at him, and he continued mentally undressing her. She finally got right next to him and bend down near his chest. She slowly moved her face from his chest to his ear, and whispered, "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." Her eyes a blazing red, she ripped his heart out using her bare hands.

Stony creek, Pennsylvania.

Sam woke up in shock. Dean looked at him and asked him, "Sammy, you ok? Had another one of your little visions?" Sam looked out the window and sighed, "They're not visions. I just have a heightened sense of… intuition." Dean looked away from the road and said to him, "Yeah sure, you keep telling yourself that. So who was it about?" Sam looked a little pissed off and said, "It was weird. I saw this guy; he had just killed this teenage girl. Killed her as in, raped her, had his way with her." Dean interrupted and said, "Alright Mr. I-went-to-college, this isn't Sex ed." The wind blew into Sam's face as he continued, "He had fallen asleep, and then all of a sudden there came this girl, she must've been around 15 to 20 years old, I couldn't tell. She just came to his door, and she had these eyes… These hellish eyes." "Oo, creepy," Dean interjected. Sam rolled his eyes and said, "Well, lets just say, at the end of the dream, the girl had ripped his heart out." Dean's eyes widened a bit and said, "Well that's an unexpected twist now isn't it?"

Dean turned the car to the left, and continued on along the road, with forests on both sides. It was getting dark. He reached out to the backseat and pulled out a newspaper, and threw it to Sam. Sam looked at it, and saw an article which was encircled. It read,

'2 days ago a 19 year old boy, Greg Fetcher, was found dead along with the body of 15 year old May Paine, in the bedroom of his apartment, in White Oak, Pennsylvania. Mr. Fetcher's heart seems to have been ripped out of his chest, while Miss Paine seems to have been a victim of molestation…'

Sam put down the paper and looked at Dean. Dean laughed a little and said, "Well, I think it's safe to say you have visions. Looks like we're headed to White Oak, Pennsylvania." As soon as Dean looked back at the road he suddenly hit the brakes and the car swerved out of control. In front of them were a group of tall, thin women, wearing greenish half torn robes. There were about 12 of them standing in a line holding hands, acting as a road block.

As the car swerved, Dean tried to get it back into control, but wasn't able to, and he saw that it was about to crash into the nearby tree. He quickly looked to Sam and said, "Sam, jump, now!" They both opened their doors and jumped out just as the car hit the nearby oak tree. Dean got up and brushed himself and said, "Oh crap!" He looked towards the women and said, "You bitches sure know how to wreck a dude's day!" They all turned their heads towards him and said,

"The ancient spirits of the forest rise,

To hurt our trees, you must pay a price.

The vengeful acts of us Dryads all,

Shall make you plead until you fall."

Sam looked at Dean and said, "Dryads? As in tree spirits?" Suddenly out of nowhere one of the dryad's came to Sam and grabbed him, and just like the wind, disappeared with him into the trees. Dean looked at the other Dryad's, they were gone too. He looked around, and yelled, "Sammie!"

Hope you guys liked it. Chapter 2 will be out soon...